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just bedrooms?’
    She paused at the first door and Grayson pushed it open. The hum of a waiting computer, printer and fax machine greeted her and a warm stale blast of machine-heated air. His office was a model of efficiency and incredibly tidy. A variety of books and files ranging from farming to stocks and shares lined the walls. Lauren looked back at Grayson who remained in the doorway.
    ‘Is this all your own work?’
    Grayson gave an embarrassed smile. ‘I’m a bit of a neat freak. I have to have everything organised or I can’t work. It drives everyone nuts.’
    Lauren tried to control her surprise. She’d feared that Grayson, like many so-called cowboys, might be living hand to mouth, trying to ignore the demands of the real world. Instead he had an apparently prosperous ranch and the intelligence to realise that technology held the key to his future prosperity.
    She stared out of the window at the white picket fence, which unfurled down the driveway like an unending ribbon. It had been a mistake to come here. Before, she’d been able to think of him as just a sex object. Now he was trying to show her the real man and part of her was afraid of that. She didn’t want to like him. She didn’t want to feel so . . . connected.
    To cover her confusion, she backed out of the office and rushed to open the next door along the corridor. A plain white bathroom suite confronted her and she hurriedly moved on. She ignored the remaining two doors and headed to the last at the end of the passageway. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the master bedroom.
    The room was a good size. It contained little furniture apart from a big old-fashioned four-poster bed and a dressing table. A large antique gilt mirror hung opposite the bed, reflecting a softer image of the impersonal room. The bedlinen was white crisp cotton and so were the drapes.
    ‘If you’d like to get cleaned up, Lauren, there’s a bathroom through there and plenty of closet space. My architect insisted on adding large walk-in closets to my design. She said the future Mrs Turner would thank me for it.’
    Lauren kept walking through to the bathroom, which was furnished with a cream-coloured hot tub and double shower as well as the usual items. Before she could shut the door, Grayson followed her in, his expression serious.
    ‘Don’t you like it?’
    She stared at his reflection in the mirror wishing he hadn’t mentioned the future Mrs Turner. ‘It’s lovely. I’m just overtired. It’s been hectic at work for the past few weeks. I had to find a whole set of nineteen-fifties kitchen props for a last-minute theatre production.’
    He moved across and stood behind her; his fingers sifted through her hair and gently released the pins. ‘I know how you feel. We’ve just finished harvesting and that’s a twenty-four-hour-a-day seven-days-a-week job.’
    She closed her eyes and allowed his strength to surround her. What was it about Grayson that made her want to surrender her body to him without a quiver of doubt?
    ‘How about we take a nap?’
    Grayson’s soft suggestion seemed like a wonderful idea. Lauren nodded and started to take off her blouse. By the time she’d undone the cuffs and slid the sleeves down her arms she could feel Grayson’s arousal pressing into her back. Smiling, she bent forwards, pushing her butt into his groin, and slithered out of her skirt.
    His hands slid to her hips and held her hard against him as she reached up to remove her pearl necklace.
    ‘No,’ he said, ‘leave it on.’

Chapter Three
    Lauren opened her eyes and turned to look at Grayson who lay sprawled on his back. True to his word, they’d actually slept, cocooned together in the big old oak bed. Golden beads of sunlight peeped through the cracks in the drapes like amber teardrops and then disappeared along with the setting sun.
    ‘I know what’s been worrying me about your house.’
    Grayson cracked open an eye and lazily regarded her, one hand behind his